Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Palau and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Schoolly D to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Suicide,
John Foxx,
R.M.O.,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jandek,
Soft Machine,
Fad Gadget,
Mission of Burma,
MC5,
The Birthday Party,
Wolf Eyes,
Derrick Morgan,
Cecil Taylor,
DJ Sneak,
Pantaleimon,
Scientists,
The Litter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pylon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Unrelated Segments,
The Mummies,
Banda Bassotti,
Peter and Kerry,
Ludus,
Tears for Fears,
Icehouse,
K-Klass,
Deadbeat,
Bill Near,
Cluster,
Jeff Lynne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kayak,
Subhumans,
The Leaves,
Hoover,
Yusef Lateef,
Bad Manners,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
These Immortal Souls,
The American Breed,
ABBA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Essential Logic,
China Crisis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Newcleus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sandy B,
Q and Not U,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brick,
Lou Christie,
Ronnie Foster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radiopuhelimet,
Matthew Bourne,
Aaron Thompson,
Flipper,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.